He loved me and soon we married and his first wife was but a memory.The years passed. Our cycles and rhythms merged. I knew him. He knew me. We got co...fortable. The conversations dwindled down to nothing. Now here I am: staring at this man across the table from me. We have no more words to say to each other. We haven't in months. I've grown bored of him. Some other man could intrigued me. This other man would have secrets. He could be a mystery. I would like to solve him.Has it come to this?. . ?She smiled broadly, and said, "God, thanks. I was starting to suffocate." (This was the mid 90s, before no-smoking-anywhere laws began popping up.)We walked two blocks to the nearest beanery, and continued our previous conversations over cappuccini. I learned she was a CPA, a graduate of a blood-rival of my own alma mater, and very sensitive about her height. She had agreed to go with me for coffee, she said, because I had looked her in the eyes, and not in the chest.We both blushed a little. There was one newspaper in town, a weekly, as most were, that was not afraid to name names, times, and places, but most of the other local news people were very bland in what they reported. Out of curiosity, I visited the office of the newspaper that was not timid, and I found the place a wreck. The owner/editor had not had time to clean up since his last visit by some unhappy readers or their employees. He said that he did not expect to make much real difference in the politics of Denver, but. .. I'm willing to do anything to leave here." Elaine was very excited now and smiled knowingly at the other women as she stood dominantly over him, her red tufted cunt tingling and scenting her silken panties."So you'll willingly accept the final stage of your treatment when we arrive back? I have a little ceremony arranged for you when we get back; it will involve a trip to the Equestrian Centre first, to get suitably attired." The women were all nicely aroused; their dominance satisfied, on.